Enough time to get used to sitting next to him, to the look and shape of the scars lining all of his skin near the bandages she changes, and to talking to him occasionally. Even if he was too out of it to respond, or even hear her likely. Time enough and time too much to wrestle with the demons of the idea Oliver could have washed up on the shore of Paradise Island long enough for her to know he was alive, he'd lived through all these years, just to die as she sat in silent vigil by him.
"Here." Sara kept the one hand on his shoulder still, settled into support, but her other hand held up a waterskin. "Drink some water."
no subject
Enough time to get used to sitting next to him, to the look and shape of the scars lining all of his skin near the bandages she changes, and to talking to him occasionally. Even if he was too out of it to respond, or even hear her likely. Time enough and time too much to wrestle with the demons of the idea Oliver could have washed up on the shore of Paradise Island long enough for her to know he was alive, he'd lived through all these years, just to die as she sat in silent vigil by him.
"Here." Sara kept the one hand on his shoulder still, settled into support,
but her other hand held up a waterskin. "Drink some water."